As I stood atop the cliff the wind whipped and roared around me. My body was pushed about like it was paper, I giggled as the power of it surrounded me.
I spoke with a woman who lived here full time and marveled at the power of Mother Nature, how she was showing us her strength, and how amazed I was at the feel of it. I told her how incredible the force of it was and how I loved it. She looked at me as though I was half crazy. Here in this place, the winds sometimes ripped roofs off houses, she did not find that so wonderful I suppose.
The waves of the ocean which at first were calm and rolling, became torrents of whipped water rising in white rushes of churning waters. It raged as it tossed about the sands underneath.
While I am not an owner of things in this place, I was able to marvel with awe and wonder at the might of this scenery, those who DO own property and dwelling tense as they anticipate the damage that could arise from this storm, fearing loss.